Date: Mon, 29 Apr 2019 20:51:27 +0000 (UTC) From: Erin Boy Subject: Caddie Shack Caddie Shack, gay, young friends, oral, true Please support Nifty to keep these stories coming. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Comments always welcome at erinboy_98@yahoo.com When I was 12 I got a job as a caddie at the local golf course. This was back in the fifties, before there were golf carts and men would hire boys to carry their clubs and wash their balls. This latter operation was alluded to knowingly by the other caddies as a surefire way of getting a good tip. After a couple of days hanging out in the caddie shack without getting picked, I was let in on another secret of how to succeed as a caddie. If you wanted to get out on the links you had to give the caddie master a blow job. The caddie master was a good looking college boy with a blonde crew cut. I approached him where he sat on a low stone wall next to the pro shop and told him I was ready to give him a blow job. His bemused expression suggested he knew what was going on when he informed me that it was definitely not a requirement. The good news is I did start to go out as a caddie. I was also befriended by one of the other caddies, a cute 12-year-old named Scott whose parents were members of the club. He didn't need the money but his parents thought he should have the experience. One day he proposed we take the next day off and go on a long bike ride all the way `round the island. The next day we packed lunches and took off on our bikes. We hadn't really gone very far when he said it was too hot to bicycle and we should go swimming. I always swam in the ocean as our cottage was right on the beach, but we weren't near any swimming beaches and besides, I told him, I didn't bring my bathing suit. He said that was OK 'cause he knew some granite quarries up in the woods where lots of guys went skinny dipping. That sounded good to me. I secretly wanted to get a look at his cock as such things were very interesting to me. The quarry was about the size and shape of an Olympic swimming pool with flat granite ledges along one side and the end. It was very shallow, not even up to our chests and neither one of us was very tall, but the water was much warmer than the ocean. We were the only ones there and my friend quickly stripped off and hung his clothes on a bush. I followed suit and we swam together in the warm water. After a while we got out and lay on the sun baked granite to dry. I lay face down on the ledge and he sat next to me with his legs stretched out and leaning back on his hands. He was positioned so that his crotch was level with my head and I did not resist the temptation to stare at it. Before long it began to get hard and soon he had a three-inch boner with a rosy helmet head. He asked me if I really would have given the caddie master a blow job and I said I didn't know. Maybe. He asked me if I had ever given anybody a blow job before. I wasn't going to tell him about my brother so I told him no. He asked if I would like to and would I suck his. By now my own three incher was pressing into the granite so hard I could have drilled a new hole with it. I told him I would try and he got up and said "C'mon" and led me to the other end of the quarry, in the shade of some pine trees and away from where the trail came in from the road. He stood there and I got down on my knees and started by just licking the helmet head. Pretty soon he was giving me instructions and telling me what felt good, like blow on it, now suck, use your tongue, etc. I really liked how clean his cock tasted. So hard and so smooth. He told me to lick his balls as well and I did that. I would have done anything he asked, but we didn't have enough experience to come up with more. Of course he wasn't able to sperm, nor did he have the slightest bit of hair. I sucked him and blew on his cock until he said that's enough. And then we were all dried off so we got dressed and got on our bikes, but he decided it was too late now to make it all the way around the island and so we went home. I never did anything with him again and whenever I saw him at the caddie shack he ignored me. But now I knew where I could find naked boys. 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